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Edna St. Vincent Millay

AP Poetry Project Presentation
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Katie Miller

on 2 May 2013

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Transcript of Edna St. Vincent Millay

. Love has gone and left me and the days are all alike;
Eat I must, and sleep I will, — and would that night were here!
But ah! — to lie awake and hear the slow hours strike!
Would that it were day again! — with twilight near!


Love has gone and left me and I don't know what to do;
This or that or what you will is all the same to me;
But all the things that I begin I leave before I'm through, —
There's little use in anything as far as I can see.


Love has gone and left me, — and the neighbors knock and borrow,
And life goes on forever like the gnawing of a mouse, —
And to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow
There's this little street and this little house. Edna St. Vincent Millay Interesting Facts Afternoon on a Hill Detailed Analysis Ashes of Life She was an American poet and playwright.
She won a Pulitzer Prize in 1923 for "Ballad of the Harp-Weaver."
Third woman to win that award in the category of poetry.
She was known for her feminist activism and her many love affairs.
She used the pseudonym Nancy Boyd for her prose work.
"My candle burns at both ends."
Arrested for protesting the execution of Nicola Sacco & Bartolomeo Vanzetti; charged with "sauntering and loitering"; 1927 I will be the gladdest thing
Under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers
And not pick one.

I will look at cliffs and clouds
With quiet eyes,
Watch the wind bow down the grass,
And the grass rise.

And when lights begin to show
Up from the town,
I will mark which must be mine,
And then start down! a person spending their entire day on a hilltop full of flowers
wanting to enjoy nature
rhyme scheme: ABCB
main type of rhyme: assonance Recuerdo First Stanza: the speaker will be the happiest person alive because of the beautiful day. The speaker also tells about not wanting to pull any of the flowers because they couldn't kill something so beautiful. Second Stanza: the speaker goes into detail about the different nature he/she will look at during the day. He/she will be looking at the hills with quiet eyes meaning that they won't be moving their eyes around because they're distracted by other things.

Last Stanza: the day has ended and night has begun to fall on the land. He/she leaves and marks the place that they just left in order to be able to find it the next time they come venturing out. ...continued Detailed Analysis "Ashes of Life" is a poem that describes the life of a person after it is devoid of love.
Millay starts each stanza with the phrase "Love has gone and left me,"; she feels as if it's not her fault but that of love's or the person that she cared about.
Rhyme scheme: ABABCDCDEFEF
Personification of love
Simile: "And life goes on forever like the gnawing of a mouse."
Attitude of poem: lifeless and dreary
Theme- Without Love we are Empty She began writing in 1897 at age 5. Edna attended one semester of preparatory courses at Columbia University’s Barnard College, then went to Vassar College for Women in New York thanks to a scholarship from Caroline B. Dow (an education officer from the Young Women’s Christian Association) Married Eugen Jan Boissevain in 1923, a man 12 years older than herself. Detailed Analysis Died after having a heart attack and falling down the stairs at her Steepletop mansion on October 19th, 1950 We were very tired, we were very merry—
We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry.
It was bare and bright, and smelled like a stable—
But we looked into a fire, we leaned across a table,
We lay on a hill-top underneath the moon;
And the whistles kept blowing, and the dawn came soon.

We were very tired, we were very merry—
We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry;
And you ate an apple, and I ate a pear,
From a dozen of each we had bought somewhere;
And the sky went wan, and the wind came cold,
And the sun rose dripping, a bucketful of gold.

We were very tired, we were very merry,
We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry.
We hailed, "Good morrow, mother!" to a shawl-covered head,
And bought a morning paper, which neither of us read;
And she wept, "God bless you!" for the apples and pears,
And we gave her all our money but our subway fares. Two people have one of those nights that you remember forever – and this poem captures that memory. They travel back and forth on a ferry all night, taking time to grab dinner, lie on a hill and look at the stars, and huddle up by a fire.

As they ride the ferry, the sun starts to come up. They share fruit that they've bought along their journey. They meet a poor woman on the road, buy a paper from her, and give her their fruit. When she blesses them for the gift, they give her everything they have (except for the subway fare they need to get home). Edna St. Vincent Millay 1892-1950 ...continued it sounds as if the speaker is a young girl experiencing love for the first time and wanting to remember every single detail from that experience.
"recuerdo" in Spanish means " to remember"
"We were very tired, we were very merry–/We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry;" appears as the first two lines of each of the three stanzas. She stresses this, as if this sheer fact of staying out all night, exhausted and elated, is all she needs to convey to her audience the excitement of it all. Edna St. Vincent Millay was born in the small town of Rockland, Maine, the daughter of Henry Tollman Millay, a schoolteacher, and Cora Buzzelle, a nurse, on February 22, 1892.
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